Mr Umanah at the Savannah

2019.03.08 Mr Umana at the Savannah 1Mr Umanah was at the savannah.
Hundreds of wildebeest stampeded by.
Mr Umanah went bananas.
“My pajamas!” he cried,
“What’s with the hurry, you guys?”
“Welcome to the savannah.”
In moos and “gnu”s, the herd replied,
“This is our way of life.”

2019.03.08 Mr Umana at the Savannah 2

Mr Umanah was at the savannah.
The lions roared and paraded far and wide.
Mr Umanah went bananas.
“My pajamas!” he cried,
“What’s with the swanking, you guys?”
“Welcome to the savannah.”
Hoity-toitily the pride replied,
“This is our way of life.”

2019.03.08 Mr Umana at the Savannah 3Mr Umanah was at the savannah.
The rhinos locked their horns and swapped black eyes.
Mr Umanah went bananas.
“My pajamas!” he cried,
“What’s with the fighting, you guys?”
“Welcome to the savannah.”
With a snort and a scoff, the crash replied,
“This is our way of life.”

2019.03.08 Mr Umana at the Savannah 4Mr Umanah was at the savannah.
The cheetahs ambushed quarries on the sly.
Mr Umanah went bananas.
“My pajamas!” he cried,
“What’s with the scheming, you guys?”
“Welcome to the savannah.”
With purrs and churrs, the coalition replied,
“This is our way of life.”

2019.03.08 Mr Umana at the Savannah 5Mr Umanah was at the savannah.
The crocs idly dreamed of pie in the sky.
Mr Umanah went bananas.
“My pajamas!” he cried,
“What’s with the lazing, you guys?”
“Welcome to the savannah.”
With a glint of a squint, the bask replied,
“This is our way of life.”

2019.03.08 Mr Umana at the Savannah 6Mr Umanah was at the savannah.
The hyenas grinned at every passerby.
Mr Umanah went bananas.
“My pajamas!” he cried,
“What’s with the fawning, you guys?”
“Welcome to the savannah.”
In chuckles and chortles, the cackle replied,
“This is our way of life.”

2019.03.08 Mr Umana at the Savannah 7

Mr Umanah returned from the savannah.
Having hurried along the rush hour stampede in suit and tie,
He swanked the holiday frills round the office’s small fry,
Before fighting with HR for a few perks unrealised
And scheming to oust a peer for a place he vied.
To laze for half a day he needed not strive,
Except for fawning over the clients and bosses dropping by.
“My pajamas!” at the end of the day, Mr Umanah sighed,
“The savannah is no bananas
Compared to my nine-to-five.”

 

Colin Lee

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Here goes a little nursery rhyme for putting the remnant of my innocence to sleep.

Photo Courtesy: Pixabay
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